Y/N and Newt have been working together for several months now, and they’ve become quite close. Y/N has proven to be an absolutely brilliant partner, always brimming with new ideas and curiosity, not to mention that Newt’s-their- creatures always make her laugh. And there’s a possibility that Newt loves that laugh more than his creatures.
Newt watches Jacob spin Y/N again, his hand sliding back around her waist as she spins back into him. Newt looks down at his feet, fiddles with his collar and reminds himself that Jacob is with Queenie. So she can’t fancy him. Right?
In a (pathetic) attempt at ridding the dancing woman from his mind, he turns to Tina, who is sipping on some sort of herbal tea and asks her to dance with him.
“W-Would you like t-to dance?” He asks, holding out his hand like the gentleman he is, his eyes glued to his feet.
She looks surprised at his sudden proposition but agrees none the less.
“Looks like you got his attention-” Jacob grins at her, but his face falls as hers does.
Her eyes are glued to Newt and Tina dancing. They aren’t anywhere as experienced as Jacob, and stumbling across the floor. But they’re laughing, and Tina is pulled close to Newt who is constantly apologizing for something or other.
It’s as if she’s gone into autopilot, dancing emotionlessly across the worn wooden floor.
Jacob notices, “Y/N-”
But she’s still watching as Newt attempts to spin Tina, them tripping over the floorboards, and laughing. Laughing so much. Laughing together.
Y/N doesn’t say anything for the rest of the song, her rose-colored evening ending the moment Newt asked Tina to dance.
She breaks away from Jacob silently as the next song begins, his arms and eyes filled with Queenie now. She smiles at the two and quietly exits the living room, staring at the floor as not to look back at Newt and Tina who are still dancing.
She walks down the hallway and comes to Newts room, pushing it open out of habit and flicking open the latches on his case.
As soon as she beings to climb down the wooden step latter, the comforting musk of herbs and hay meets her, encapsulating her.
She busies herself sweeping the shed, ordering the small vials of different potions and dried herbs neatly in their shelf.